note: I hope it's obvious enough, but Snufkin does not have a dick in this fic. He has a vag :v I hope somebody else out there is desirous of all the specifics of this fic!
It was just after dusk on a faintly cool, crisp summer night, a few days after a short rain- when everything has that rinsed earth smell. The moominhouse was quiet, with everyone settling into bed. Moomintroll could have fallen asleep right then and been pleased with his day, but then came a whistle outside that meant nothing, which of course meant it didn't mean 'secrets' or 'trouble' or 'I have a plan'. Snufkin would say it has no meaning, and perhaps feel quite adamant about that, but Moomintroll had come to quietly understand it meant the kind of night where Snufkin wanted to sit in silence and perhaps, if the mood struck, share a word, or glance or two.
As much as Snufkin loved to be alone and deal only with himself, he had nights like these. They were few and far between, but there. Moomintroll felt privileged to be trusted with them.
The moment he heard a whistle, all sleepiness left him. He was never tired when Snufkin called him, and Snufkin would never apologize for keeping him up.
They wandered in silence for a while through the wood, listening to the skitter of creeps, shuffle of the trees and othersuch things you only hear when you're completely quiet. Snufkin stopped at a patch of grass on a slight incline, and sat himself down without a word, to which Moomintroll followed suit.
For some time, Snufkin played his harmonica, its warm tones gliding not too far into the surrounding trees to be a disturbance. It was Moomintroll's favorite, All Small Beasts Should Have Bows in their Tails. Always he knew it was just for him when Snufkin played it. Once enough was had, they returned to silence.
Moomintroll's eyes trailed to his friend often. Snufkin's paw was disappeared in his trousers with his cloak pulled up some, and his eyes observed just the night's stillness. This wasn't uncommon, and nothing of special note or interest; one does what one wants in Moominvalley, so long as it doesn't interrupt another too much, and nothing could interrupt Moomintroll less. The sound of Snufkin's breath would join the night wind, and he loved to listen to it shift and change like a song. It isn't a sort of thing he did himself like this (he'd be a little embarrassed to be seen openly) but it wasn't the sort of thing he minded.
Tonight, though, Moomintroll had a thought, and breaking the silence didn't seem too rude just then.
"It's such a lovely night, " he began, with the tone that only starts something and doesn't finish it. He waits a beat, as Snufkin's paw slows but doesn't leave its position. "Do you think I could help?"
Snufkin hummed. "I don't see why not." It was as simple as that.
Without much hesitation at all, Moomintroll closed the distance between them enough to comfortably reach across Snufkin's stomach. His own paw retreated to make room, and upon reaching in, Moomintroll immediately was struck with delight.
"There's hair!" he didn't expect that, though he'd seen such on some sprites and other creatures, but never a snufkin. "It's pricklier than your head hair... not as soft."
"Ah, that is different isn't it. You're just the same all over" Snufkin joked, alluding to a moomin's bare everything. Moomintroll chuckled.
He trailed his paw down where it was so warm, and some wet. There was so much going on. Snufkin stired a little around him. As the immediate exhilaration faded, it dawned on him.
"Oh, I don't know what I'm doing," he said quite sheepishly.
"I can show you if you'd like," Snufkin offered.
"Oh, please do."
Snufkin's paw (which was just smaller than Moomintroll's) joined his, laying palm over his knuckles and placing fingers over fingers, asserting pressure on a few, and then urging them to move a little to and fro, in gentle rhythm. "There," he said, "and like this." Moomintroll offered an acknowledging humm, and dutifully moved his fingers as he was shown under Snufkin's passive paw for a few minutes. It was tempting to glance at his eyes for the reassurance, but he was certain Snufkin would simply correct him if he had to.
And then the most lovely thing happened. Snufkin let out one of those heavy, shaky sighs he does, just as Moomintroll's finger budged. Oh, it was incredible, and he felt elated all the way to his toes and ears, and all at once he felt so satisfied and so thirsty for more. His worries left him, and he was nothing but eager.
Steadily, Snufkin's hips began to move under Moomintroll's paw, as they established a pace and moved together. When Snufkin moved one way, Moomintroll pressed into him, and retreated for another, and waited for more sounds, which came sparsely (Snufkin was a quiet fellow in all respects) but were no less thrilling and wonderful to hear.
Occasionally Moomintroll's paw slipped in his excitement, and once, oh- he watched Snufkin's jaw tighten with teeth clenching when it happened. Moomintroll felt responsible for so much, and it made him dizzy.
He couldn't bare to be silent, he wondered too much.
"Does it feel different when I do it?"
Snufkin breathed first, as of course Moomintroll's paw had not paused, and was still gently rocking and swirling its fingers against him thoughtfully. He swallowed a few times, which Moomintroll relished and Snufkin knew and didn't mind. "Yeah... it's more surprising." Snufkin tried to explain. He wasn't so clever just now. "Its nice."
Moomintroll smiled and nodded, and Snufkin gave a little smile in return before his mouth had to part for breath he was having trouble grabbing. His eyes closed, and his hips shuddered forward more, and his paws pulled at the grass under them. Moomintroll watched Snufkin's chest rise shakily and drop erratically, his throat bob as he swallowed, and his tongue slip out to lick his lips (Moomintroll couldn't help licking his own in turn). He was made of so much movement, so much reaction, so many small things that felt so immense to him just now.
He pressed a bit harder, and Snufkin bit his lip briefly. He quickened his pace and oh—the most magnificent gasp escaped from Snufkin, sharp and hot! It dizzied him more.
In an instant, Snufkin shook and his breath cut out, and Moomintroll stopped breathing with him without thought. It was a tremendous pause, and Moomintroll tried so hard to keep his paw moving while also drinking in as much as he could. He wanted to carry this scene with him in his mind, and the wetness on his paw too, and all of the air between them.
Slowly, Snufkin seemed to dim, un-tensing inch by inch, and he sighed out all of the air held in him. There was a moment of forgetfulness, then Moomintroll remembered his paw and lifted it out carefully. Snufkin adjusted his cloak so it settled back against him as it always did.
"Wow," whispered Moomintroll, and Snufkin laughed.
